Finding Faith by J.A. Armstrong

Author:J.A. Armstrong [Armstrong, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: series, romance, Musician
Publisher: Bumbling Bard Creations
Published: 2018-11-23T00:00:00+00:00

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I’m not sure how Faith ended up in my hotel room. That’s not true. Whiskey—that’s what landed us here. Some people call it liquid courage. In my case it’s alcoholic big mouth. Faith’s set was incredible. Two producers had her cornered for a full hour afterward. I waited patiently for her to find me. But then, she never actually lost me in the crowd. I had claimed a seat at the bar. Every so often, Faith made a point to cast a smile my way. If I didn’t know better, I might have thought she was afraid I would grow tired and leave. I don’t think I would ever grow tired of being around Faith or of watching her. That sounds creepy. I love to watch people engage with her. She’s got a spirit that fills up a room in the best of ways. I don’t need her undivided attention. When she finally did make her way over, it was with an entourage. A few drinks later, I heard myself suggest we go back to my hotel, so we could—you guessed it—talk.

“Tell me about today,” Faith requests. “Now that I can hear you.”

Faith stretches out on the bed like a cat. Jesus Christ, she is sexy. I have to focus, and not on the tingle that spreads over my skin and heads south. I hand her a drink from the mini bar and she pats the bed beside her.

“I discovered something the prosecution failed to share yesterday,” I explain as I sit beside her.

“You’re kidding.”

“No. After I sat down with James to talk about taking a deal—I don’t know. Nothing has ever set right with me. The truth is I think I got too close emotionally.”

“What did you find?”

“I don’t know who was responsible.”

“For what?” Faith asks.

“They left out two pages of the initial interview with James.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No,” I tell her. “I can’t say that is was Connors. I don’t know who did it. The transcript makes sense without it. It loses some vital information.”

Faith is sitting on pins and needles I can tell.

“James didn’t just mention seeing someone. This entire time, that seemed like a dead end. Did James see Mr. Brown at five o’clock or ten o’clock? Without knowing, there was nothing to follow up. He never told me a time either. He always said he couldn’t remember. He’d lost his phone in the couch at some point. He also didn’t tell me that he was sitting in the window when he saw Brown—with all the lights on in the apartment.”

“Why didn’t he tell you that?”

“My best guess is he thought it didn’t matter. After as many hours as he spent in the interrogation room—at sixteen? He was left to question if he saw Brown at all.”

“But he did.”

“Oh, he did. Better than that—Stanton Brown saw him.”

“Why didn’t Brown come forward?”

“Time. No sense of the time. The burglary wasn’t front-page news. Stanton Brown walks to the convenience store on the corner daily—sometimes multiple times. He’s seen James in the window plenty.

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